We're road tripping through a remote section of Washington state and I absentmindedly chug half a bottle of Coke.
Me: Oh no.
Hubs: How much did you drink?
Me: Too much.
Hubs: [sighs]
Me: Yeah. That's going to come back to bite me in the urethra.
Just because we've been friends for thirty years doesn't mean we've learned how to communicate.